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Bring me an axe and spade, Bring me a winding-sheet; When I my grave have made Let winds and tempests beat: Then down I'll lie as cold as clay. True love doth pass away!
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The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.
William Blake -
When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend.
William Blake -
How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring?
William Blake -
Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish.
William Blake -
Expect poison from the standing water.
William Blake
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He who makes his law a curse, by his own law shall surely die.
William Blake -
Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken twine.
William Blake -
Struggling in my father's hands, Striving against my swaddling bands, Bound and weary, I thought best To sulk upon my mother's breast.
William Blake -
Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.
William Blake -
If others had not been foolish, we should be so.
William Blake -
Such, such were the joys When we all, girls and boys, In our youth time were seen On the Echoing Green.
William Blake
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Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.
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Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow's share?
William Blake -
And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen?
William Blake -
Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache: do be my enemy for friendship's sake.
William Blake -
To some people a tree is something so incredibly beautiful that it brings tears to the eyes. To others it is just a green thing that stands in the way.
William Blake -
Energy is an eternal delight.
William Blake
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She who dwells with me whom I have loved with such communion, that no place on earth can ever be solitude to me.
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I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!
William Blake -
Knowledge of ideal beauty is not to be acquired. It is born with us. Innate ideas are in every man, born with him; theyare truly himself.
William Blake -
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
William Blake